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Tell us a story by bexless & imogenediseaseIt's the end of the world as these kids know it, and Gabe Saporta is throwing the party.(Frank/Gerard, Jon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick, William/Travis, William/Travis/Gabe, Mikey/Gabe, and a whole mess of others either past, implied, or unrequited.)

"I no longer wish to wear pants," he informs Travis, who is currently acting as a man-shaped vertical recliner against which Bill can lounge.

Travis nods slowly. "I hear that."

Bill does not know who is thwarting his pool house plans - he hopes it is some of the short boys. Maybe all of them! That would be thrilling - but he is nothing if not resourceful. "Come," he says, taking Travis' hand in his own. "If there is one thing I can do, my love, it is find suitable locations for the removal of pants."

"I'm so glad I met you," Travis says happily, following Bill inside.

Bill squeezes his hand. "Of course you are!" He uses his superior height to look around the living room, packed with party-goers. "There," he says, gesturing expansively with his free hand. "There is a door."

"We should go to the door," Travis says. Travis is really such a terribly smart person. Bill is lucky to have found him.

"Yes," Bill says. "We should."

The door, it turns out, leads to a basement. The basement has a bed, which Bill approves of, but there appears to be a man already lounging on it. He sits up, and Bill revises his statement. There is an attractive man lounging on it.